Posted at 2:10 PM Sep 16, 2009By Andrea Grimes
Models deal with constant pressure to be rail-thin, resulting in crippling, sometimes deadly eating disorders. Blink and you'll miss a woman of color modeling couture looks. Say what you want about the "art" and "theater" of the runway, overpriced foot-murdering shoes aren't out there making themselves popular all on their own. And please don't get me started on homeless chic.
I'm forced to acknowledge here that I do enjoy fashion, and I know that "fashion" isn't created in a vacuum, borne of some mysterious style goddess. (Sorry, Rachel Zoe.) I know it's a trickle-down process from runway to the mall, and that even my most unique vintage finds are, to some degree, affected by the present fashion climate. But Fashion Week reminds me how much the industry gets me down, with its zombie-like dedication to manufacturing desire for certain brands and prestigious price points. It's not about art, it's about business, and it's depressing. Sigh. I think I'll go surf Etsy for a while.